“You can’t kill me!”
Having climbed from an ordinary vampire to a position second only to the thirteen Pureblood Vampires but above tens of thousands of others, Deacon Frost was fully qualified to say this.
Of course, if he didn’t possess this level of confidence, he wouldn’t be plotting to overthrow the rule of the vampire council, which he deemed utterly corrupt.
Locke smiled at Deacon Frost’s incredibly arrogant words.
“Does that mean you agree, Mr.
Frost?”
“Of course.
However, I also have a condition.”
“Oh?”
“I will come alone.
I assume Mr.
Underwood will do the same?”
“…”
Locke remained silent.
Brown and Debbie, standing nearby, began gesturing frantically to Locke.
What a joke!
The other party was the leader of the vampires.
Riding solo to the meeting?
This seemed like delivering himself as a free buffet to the vampire.
They were completely against Locke agreeing to this.
But…
Locke only glanced at the two frantically gesturing colleagues before responding in agreement.
“Fine.
I agree.”
“Excellent!”
On the phone, Deacon Frost didn’t seem to want to give Locke any chance to take it back.
“Then tonight at seven o’clock, at the abandoned hangar next to JFK International Airport.
It’s a deal!”
“It’s a deal,” Locke said expressionlessly.
The call disconnected.
Standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of his luxury penthouse apartment, Deacon Frost set down his phone and looked out at the beautiful New York skyline.
After a moment, he called out without turning around, “Quinn!”
As his voice fell, a rather ugly vampire stepped out from the shadows.
He had been in the living room all along, hidden in a dark corner where the sunlight could not reach.
It was the same vampire Locke and Brown had staked out at the vampire bar a month ago.
Quinn’s current expression and attitude were completely different from his arrogant demeanor that night.
Before Deacon Frost, he was as subservient as could be.
“Master.”
“You heard.” Deacon Frost turned around, looking at Quinn, who behaved like a well-trained domestic dog.
“Go to the vault and withdraw two million in cash.
You’re coming with me this afternoon.”
The hunched Quinn was slightly taken aback.
*Didn’t you just say you were going alone?
Why are you bringing me?*
However, Quinn didn’t dare voice his confusion.
He had turned into a vampire and willingly became Deacon Frost’s dog to achieve eternal life, not to seek death.
After a brief thought, Quinn respectfully replied, “Yes, Master.”
He turned to leave and complete the task.
“Wait,” Deacon Frost suddenly called out.
Quinn quickly stopped, turned back, and bowed low.
“Master.”
“I heard you were burned by Blade again the day before yesterday?”
“…Yes, Master.” Quinn’s expression turned ugly.
He and Blade were old rivals.
To be precise, he was the mouse, and Blade was the black cat.
Counting the incident the day before yesterday, he had been toyed with by Blade five times.
Every time, Blade could have killed him, but instead, he chose to chop off his arm and set him on fire.
He wanted to fight back, but his strength was simply lacking.
Deacon Frost snorted at the look on Quinn’s face.
Quinn was his servant, a fact known to the entire vampire community of New York.
He also knew why Blade tortured Quinn repeatedly instead of killing him outright.
In short, Blade wasn’t just playing with Quinn; he was slapping Deacon Frost’s face.
Deacon Frost looked at Quinn, fell silent for a moment, then extended his right arm, bared his vampire fangs, and bit into his own arm.
“Open your mouth.”
“…”
Quinn looked up at the bleeding arm presented to him.
He was stunned at first, but then his eyes lit up with intense excitement.
He knelt on the ground, raised his head, and opened his mouth with utmost reverence.
Deacon Frost’s blood dripped into Quinn’s open mouth.
Quinn swallowed thirstily.
The power of a Rank-A Vampire exploded in his body like an atomic bomb.
A surge of majestic power instantly swept through every part of his body.
Five minutes later, Quinn knelt on the ground, unable to hide his excitement as he examined his hands.
He had upgraded.
he had an illusion that the next time he encountered Blade, he wouldn’t be unilaterally thrashed anymore.
Quinn quickly lay flat on the ground and kissed Deacon Frost’s black-painted fingernails.
“Thank you, Master.”
Deacon Frost looked down coldly at the dog-like figure before him.
“Before we leave this afternoon, find a way to let Blade know about this meeting.”
“Uh…” Quinn looked up, somewhat bewildered.
But all he saw was Deacon Frost’s expressionless, delicate face.
Shuddering, Quinn quickly complied.
“Yes, Master.”
“…Get out.”
Deacon Frost stared deeply at Quinn before speaking quietly after a long silence.
Quinn, who felt like he was about to suffocate while lying on the ground, felt as if he had been granted a divine pardon.
He scrambled to his feet, kept his head low, bowed his way to the door, and left the room.
Once Quinn was gone, Deacon Frost withdrew his gaze.
He had just used his own essence blood to elevate Quinn’s strength from Rank-C to Rank-B, the absolute limit of what he could bestow.
But a carrot-and-stick approach was the proper way to manage subordinates.
Deacon Frost understood this well.
Vampires weren’t loyal dogs; they couldn’t be easily tamed.
If one didn’t keep them in check, betrayal was bound to happen.
After all, wasn’t he himself plotting to betray his own masters?
Deacon Frost turned around and drew back the heavy curtains of the wide floor-to-ceiling window once more.
Instantly, the midday sun flooded the entire penthouse.
The sun was at its zenith, burning bright and strong.
Deacon Frost stroked a special ring on his right index finger.
It was this very ring that gave him the confidence to face the sun without fear.
The origin of this ring was his secret, and his greatest leverage.
He believed that he, too, would eventually become like this midday sun.
Before long, he would be the sole sun of the vampire race.
At that time…
Those who followed him would prosper, and those who opposed him would perish!
For now…
Since those thirteen old fogies told me not to offend the Sentinel Secret Service, I won’t offend them.
I won’t kill them myself!
I’ll let fucking Blade do the dirty work!
Tsk tsk.